tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-211169162024-03-13T19:40:27.775+00:00Todos VemosTodos vemos mas nem sempre queremosNunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-11611749112181958992008-01-16T13:57:00.001+00:002008-01-16T14:00:22.672+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/R44Ndqzo9cI/AAAAAAAAABo/RV4mxb-t74k/s1600-h/Cartaz+teste.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156073426744047042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/R44Ndqzo9cI/AAAAAAAAABo/RV4mxb-t74k/s400/Cartaz+teste.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cccccc;"> é incrivel o que eu não consigo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">é por isso mesmo que tento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">mas não consigo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">mesmo assim</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">contra todas as probabilidades</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">tento por vezes limpar a mente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">e não consigo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">é muito</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">ás vezes demasiado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">quero!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">e vou ter</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">paz de espirito</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">de alma<br /></span></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-29944062324827250402007-05-22T17:49:00.000+01:002007-05-22T17:53:00.328+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/RlMfhIOq-QI/AAAAAAAAABM/thBnKOuJ81c/s1600-h/Exp+(79).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067428659727104258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/RlMfhIOq-QI/AAAAAAAAABM/thBnKOuJ81c/s400/Exp+(79).JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cccccc;"> I might be wrong </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">I might be wrong </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">I could have sworn </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">I saw a light coming home </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">I used to think </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">I used to think </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">There is no future left at all</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">I used to think</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Open up, begin again</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Let's go down the waterfall</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Think about the good times and</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Never look back</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Never look back</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">What would I do?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">What would I do?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">If I did not have you?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Open up and let me in</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Let's go down the waterfall</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Have ourselves a good time</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">It's nothing at all</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Nothing at all</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Nothing at all<br /></span></div><div align="center"></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-35813366814012878522007-04-13T13:21:00.000+01:002007-04-13T13:22:33.308+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/Rh915cmluzI/AAAAAAAAABE/KFy59UMVYNo/s1600-h/pes.jpg"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"><strong><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052886936724028210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/Rh915cmluzI/AAAAAAAAABE/KFy59UMVYNo/s400/pes.jpg" border="0" /></em></strong></span></a><strong><em><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> E VOU!!!!!!!</span><br /></span></em></strong><br /></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-22811652627841217862007-04-13T13:09:00.000+01:002007-04-13T13:15:32.092+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/Rh9zd8mluyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9e6e9hzE7Sk/s1600-h/velho.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052884265254370082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/Rh9zd8mluyI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9e6e9hzE7Sk/s400/velho.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>A certa altura notei que afinal a vida não são dois dias,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>A certa altura notei que afinal quero mais,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>dois dias não me chegam!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Preciso de viver, quero Viver!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Quero beber a vida e afogar a minha sede!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Quero chegar a velho, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>usar paninhos na cabeça por causa do sol,</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>não quero ligar ao que pensam</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>só não quero a cabeça quente!</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>É isto.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>Tenho muito para dizer</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong><em>e quero tempo para o fazer.</em></strong></span></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-37744882610932070522007-03-24T17:30:00.000+00:002007-03-24T17:40:30.332+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/RgVgi1Y3zRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kGD0N3j3G7I/s1600-h/498392.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045545109101726994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/RgVgi1Y3zRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/kGD0N3j3G7I/s400/498392.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não guardo rancor das coisas que me tocam</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não guardo rancor das coisas que me provocam</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não guardo rancor porque aprendi com a vida assim</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não guardo rancor porque consigo me exprimir assim</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sou o que sou com esta alegria que é para mim</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sou como sou com a tristeza que me faz assim</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Viajo para sentir a emoção </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Escondo os mundos perdidos deste meu coração</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tento sempre dizer o que sinto </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mas o que sinto só sai pela minha mão</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sou o que sou</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sou mesmo assim</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">O meu mundo</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Tudo o que está dentro dele</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">São o meu tesouro a minha páixão</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Sou o que sou com esta alegria que é para mim</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não guardo rancor porque consigo me exprimir assim</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;"> <span style="font-size:78%;"> (para ti)</span></span><br /></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-11590624799353886332007-02-27T15:05:00.000+00:002007-02-27T15:07:25.147+00:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/ReRJJITtqJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8Oalu19jHmU/s1600-h/Exp+(79).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036230704504875154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/ReRJJITtqJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8Oalu19jHmU/s400/Exp+(79).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-34800650377034742882007-02-14T18:41:00.000+00:002007-02-14T18:44:49.331+00:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/RdNYhVro7vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8QMKRaTCHtg/s1600-h/Luz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031462538482085618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/RdNYhVro7vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/8QMKRaTCHtg/s400/Luz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-78849693893011457692007-02-14T18:29:00.000+00:002007-02-14T18:33:52.859+00:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/RdNVjlro7uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vNAfTPRt74/s1600-h/Lumunosidade.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031459278601907938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hzL58MotLgg/RdNVjlro7uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3vNAfTPRt74/s400/Lumunosidade.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">E foi por esta luminosidade que espreitei</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">foi sem duvida a proposta que a mim fiz,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">que me fez olhar e vêr.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Somos luz</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Somos o prazer do branco</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Somos a pureza</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">por vezes crua</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">e cruel</span></p>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1171106289325969282007-02-10T11:17:00.000+00:002007-02-10T11:18:09.326+00:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2133/1600/476535/gato.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2133/400/278289/gato.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1171039034311803252007-02-09T16:32:00.000+00:002007-02-09T16:39:50.983+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2133/1600/607277/818039.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2133/400/75303/818039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">De tanto querermos as coisas direitas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">não nos apercebe-mos que há coisas que foram feitas para serem tortas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">é assim a vida, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">é assim que deve ser.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nós é que por vezes somos distraidos e não vemos o que realmente deve ser.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Nem tudo o que está de esquadria, está bem.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não precisa de haver a precisão dum arquitecto, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">para as coisas serem perfeitas.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mesmo tortas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mesmo erradas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">dão gozo só de olhar</span></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1170784442952156802007-02-06T17:51:00.000+00:002007-02-06T17:54:23.826+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2133/1600/71492/Exp%20(81)a.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2133/400/741207/Exp%20%2881%29a.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br />Tanto que amas a arte</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">tanto que amas a recordação</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">a nostalgiade pensar, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">no momento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">de </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">amar</span></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1168187651175388842007-01-07T16:30:00.000+00:002007-01-07T16:34:11.193+00:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2133/1600/128802/Nova%20jp.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4695/2133/400/226544/Nova%20jp.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1163868638573171242006-11-18T16:47:00.000+00:002006-11-18T16:50:38.586+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/1600/so%20porque.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/400/so%20porque.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><strong><br />só isto porque afinal nada mais tinha interesse, só isto porque afinal vi assim e assim gostei, só isto porque não posso deixar de ver até ao mais pequeno pormenor, só isto porque afinal...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>era só isto</strong></span></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1160138481308837792006-10-06T13:39:00.000+01:002006-10-06T13:41:21.323+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/1600/morte%20750.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/400/morte%20750.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><strong> Da morte</strong></span><br /></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1159878971512099952006-10-03T13:32:00.000+01:002006-10-03T13:36:11.513+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/1600/a%20voar.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/400/a%20voar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">... e voamos, voamos na esperança de não cair, mas por vezes é inevitavel, caimos.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">e levantar torna-se dificil, vamos tentando.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Não tão depressa como queriamos.</span></p>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1157460978992063242006-09-05T13:54:00.000+01:002006-09-05T13:56:19.026+01:00duas fotos da exposição a decorrer<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/1600/para%20guia.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/400/para%20guia.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1156524504367819282006-08-25T17:45:00.000+01:002006-08-25T17:48:24.383+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/1600/marv????o"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/320/marv%3F%3F%3F%3Fo%202006.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br />Marvão<br />Preto no Branco<br /><br />Local de imperdível passagem para os viajantes, Marvão convida a todo o tipo de<br />Viagens, algumas menos óbvias, mais espirituais, pelos caminhos trilhados pelas<br />gentes e sua (nossa) história.<br />Rica viagem esta, descrita através de imagens, por um homen e uma mulher, nos<br />seus diferentes e complementares olhares, aqui espelhando os pormenores que lhes<br />desafiam o espírito, intensificam os sentimentos e animam a alma.<br />Na riqueza dos contrastes do preto e branco descortinamos todos a verdadeira<br />essência, a emoção mais profunda, a sublime pureza de um local tão carismático<br />como Marvão.<br />Nuno Marques, que já nos conduziu – pelo seu olhar – a outras viagens pela pintura e alguns ensaios fotográficos, apresenta-nos, nesta exposição, exclusivamente trabalhos fotográficos de especial significado.<br />Já Lena Serra dá-nos uma primeira mostra do seu trabalho, o que há muito lhe era<br />solicitado.<br /><br />Casa da Cultura de Marvão<br />Setembro e Outubro de 2006</span><br /></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1152535040965553662006-07-10T13:33:00.000+01:002006-07-10T13:37:20.966+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/1600/jeronimos.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/400/jeronimos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />e só agora percebo a sua dimensão, em que sonho, em que me perco, nesta grandeza, nesta relegião. e só agora percebo, o cansaço de sentir, a beleza na dimensão, o criar para conseguir.</div><div align="center">e só agora percebo.</div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1146573935382257012006-05-02T13:43:00.000+01:002006-05-02T13:45:35.400+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/1600/Por%20um%20canudo.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/400/Por%20um%20canudo.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1145094888329885142006-04-15T10:53:00.000+01:002006-04-15T10:54:48.346+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/1600/espreita!!.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/400/espreita%21%21.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1144846849780143132006-04-12T13:58:00.000+01:002006-04-12T14:00:49.793+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/1600/Figura1.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/400/Figura1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1144002172517913722006-04-02T19:19:00.001+01:002006-04-02T19:22:52.516+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/1600/??atureza.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/400/%3F%3Fatureza.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1144002059443475452006-04-02T19:19:00.000+01:002006-04-02T19:20:59.463+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/1600/Figura1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/200/Figura1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1142603691464370472006-03-17T13:51:00.000+00:002006-03-17T13:54:51.483+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/1600/Sofia.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/400/Sofia.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffffff;">Porque tem inicio a vida</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">e ficaremos sempre agradecidos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">os momentos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">os sentimentos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">a profunda beleza de ser criança</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">a satisfação do momento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">a alegria de viver!!</span><br /></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21116916.post-1140861829391544412006-02-25T09:52:00.003+00:002006-02-25T10:03:49.393+00:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/1600/2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4695/2133/400/2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cccccc;">Das gentes e do povo, é deles atradição. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">A alma, o sentir, o verdadeiro viver, o conhecer as coisas sem questionar a razão. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Percorrer esta vida com alegria e paixão, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">esperar por um momento para ficar de recordação.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Assim é que se vive, assim é que se vê, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;">a verdade na razão.<br /></span></div>Nunohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14429772142064742560noreply@blogger.com0